"This—such a Fire Style..."
Danzo clutched his severed arm, staring at the roaring dragon, feeling its overwhelming heat. For a moment, his expression was dazed.
The intensity and power of this fire far exceeded his understanding of Fire Style—it was clearly no ordinary jutsu.
Most likely, it was one of the Mangekyō abilities from Shisui or Yuhara!
This level of destruction made Danzo burn with jealousy. His desire for the Sharingan—and especially for the Mangekyō—grew stronger.
But alongside that greed, fear also gripped him.
Because he saw the Uchiha quickly charging out through the cracks in the broken barrier—and he saw Yuhara staring straight at him!
He could never forget Yuhara's eerie space-time power—or the searing pain in his missing arm.
But he took comfort in knowing that many Konoha shinobi were now converging, and the Root members had also emerged alongside the broken barrier.
That gave him some sense of security. He immediately ordered all Root members to form up and build a solid defense.
Space-time ninjutsu was indeed terrifying, but with enough layered defense, even that couldn't instantly kill him.
"Yuhara, you worked hard. Are you okay?"
As Danzo's defense formed, Shisui landed next to Yuhara and spoke softly.
Clearly, like Danzo's men, he thought Yuhara's black-and-white flame was a Mangekyō power.
And given tonight's battle, Yuhara had used this flame multiple times already.
As a Mangekyō user himself, Shisui knew the consequences of that. So right now, he was genuinely worried about Yuhara.
He'd already felt severe discomfort in his own eyes after using Kotoamatsukami in both eyes against Obito—and Yuhara had been using both his eyes at full power far more than he had.
"Don't worry. I'm fine."
Yuhara shook his head slightly. He could feel Shisui's concern, and he understood what Shisui was worried about.
But there were things he'd never reveal—he trusted Shisui, but everyone had their secrets.
Especially Yuhara, a traveler from another world, whose secrets were too many and too dangerous.
If everything inside his head were exposed, it could spark a revolution across the shinobi world.
Not to mention, he had a system backing him. Though his power came from his own training, he couldn't have awakened the Mangekyō without the system's help—let alone all these powerful secret arts.
Those were secrets he'd never share, no matter what.
"Shisui, go tally the clan's losses. Also, have someone bring over the bodies and the surveillance footage."
While thinking about all this, Yuhara gave orders. But his cold gaze was locked on Danzo.
"More and more people are arriving from the village. Tonight's chaos needs an ending—a proper ending."
He finished speaking and started walking slowly toward Danzo's position.
"Yuhara..."
Shisui reached out as if to stop him, but ultimately dropped his hand and nodded firmly. Then he turned to carry out Yuhara's orders.
Yuhara, meanwhile, gripped his ninja blade, chakra swirling around him as he walked—until he was less than thirty meters from Danzo's group.
"Danzo, I said tonight we have a debt to settle.
Not just for eight years ago, when you stopped the Uchiha from helping the Fourth Hokage, but for the blame and mistreatment you heaped on us afterward.
And especially for what you've done tonight. Danzo, all those debts add up to one thing: I see your destined death!"
"Hmph! Utter nonsense!"
Danzo had no intention of acknowledging Yuhara's accusations. Though in pain, he still roared in defiance.
"Everything I've done is for Konoha—to make Konoha stronger!
You Uchiha are nothing but traitors. You're all traitors to Konoha!"
Yuhara laughed softly and shook his head. His chakra surged wildly, bursting into a brilliant blue aura.
That chakra quickly condensed into a skeletal figure around him.
His Mangekyō spun, a cold, destructive aura filling the space and enveloping every Root ninja.
As the chakra gathered and the giant figure solidified, a half-body Susanoo towered over him.
"Susanoo."
Seeing this, Danzo clenched his fist. He'd suspected Yuhara had this power—and now he was sure!
But Yuhara didn't pause. With a roar, his Susanoo's right hand formed a massive chakra sword.
In the moonlight, it gleamed cold and deadly.
"Those who conquer may not be the smartest, but they always have unwavering determination."
Yuhara's voice was calm yet chilling as he looked at Danzo.
He knew the major factions were all watching now. It was time to end this!
In the next instant, Yuhara's Susanoo lifted him into the air, shocking Danzo and his men.
"Clearly, you have plenty of determination—but you lack intelligence and clarity.
I said my eyes have seen your future—your destined death!"
Within Susanoo, Yuhara raised his hand, and Susanoo mirrored him, raising the giant sword.
"I am Uchiha Yuhara. I am the blade of the Uchiha. Face your destined death!"
As he spoke, Susanoo, under Yuhara's control, swooped down like a bird of prey.
A terrifying wind blade roared with the sword's swing, elegant and deadly, slicing through Root's forces.
"Stop!"
Just then, a shout came from the side, and Yuhara turned his head slightly.
When he saw who it was, his face twisted into a mocking smile.
Where had this person been when Danzo and Itachi had moved against the Uchiha?
Now that revenge was at hand, he wanted Yuhara to stop—how naive!
"Hmph!"
Yuhara didn't stop. With a cold snort, Susanoo's sword slashed even faster.
The deadly blade blocked the would-be rescuer and swept through Danzo's entire Root force!
(end of this chapter)